At the joke, the corner of Cam's mouth tugs into something which is almost a smile. That tongue-in-cheek attitude to her own death is what sounds utterly genuine and Gideonish and seals the deal, making Camilla start to believe that this might actually be Gideon Nav made flesh, alive and well and walking and talking again. She bites down hard on the inside of her cheek, remembering: the last she'd seen of the other cavalier, the situation had been desperate. Camilla had offered herself as the distraction for the others to try to get out, and Gideon was having none of it; had thrown herself on those spikes instead in order to save them all; the pair of them evidently striving to outdo each other to the last in terms of stupid, heroic sacrifices.

(Pot kettle black, really.)

Unlike her necro, Camilla isn't much for hugging. But she steps closer, reaches out, and automatically touches the other woman's arm, those biceps which had so impressed the Fourth. Confirming it's actual warm flesh beneath her hand, not some kind of intangible illusion.

"Looks like you got better," she says. But there's still that bitten-down smile, a brightness to her eyes. "Glad to see it, Ninth."